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metranart · 2 months

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“I'll be sweet...” Hawk's spelled, as a soft but covetous kiss fell on your right cheek, “gentle,” another at the side of your eye, “trustworthy,” now your forehead, “a good provider,” your left cheek was next, “you´ll be my number one priority..... just be MINE-”

ft. Hawks centered, Hawks x reader, Slight! Bakugo x reader, Slight! Dabi x reader (in future chaps)

Hawks x UA Student! Reader (Part 10)

Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut.

Your little brother burst inside the room, drawing in hand and his eyes widened in frenzied amazement and wonder upon finding his favorite hero in your room. You had to kick Hawks in the calf to get away from him, the only thing you didn't know is if you did it in time.

“HAWKS!” Toji screamed excitedly, “One-chan, it’s Hawks!” Toji was about to explode with excitement, and you felt your stomach churn.

“Toji, how many times have I told you not to enter any room like that?” You reprimanded, but he wasn’t listening, jumping up and down on his little feet. “I´m your biggest fan, Hawks!” he voiced way too loud, savagely clinging from Hawks hands to entice him to hold him up in his arms.

“Hello Toji, it’s such an honor to meet my biggest fan.” Hawks said, smiling widely and jovial to the euphoric kid, “—but you should really listen to the advice of your one-chan.” He said, and the boy nodded excitedly, Keigo side-glanced towards you and you just mouthed 'kiss ass' to what he merely grinned apologetically.

Keigo crouched to be at Toji´s eye level and the boy rushed to touch the fluffy collar on his jacket.

"(Y/N) told me that she was my number one fan," Hawks continued making small talk, anything to stay a little longer near you. Toji denied his head, vigorously. "It's not true, she just thinks you're the cutest and she wants to touch your feathers—"

"Toji, shut up!"

Hawks laughed, genuinely. "Is that so?"

"Yep, but I AM your biggest fan, Hawks." The little one, assured very confident. His intrusive hands grabbing wherever it could, curiosity about the hero driving him closer and closer and closer....

“—Toji!” you kneeled at his side, catching his little hands in yours, “Hawks needs to go on patrol, say goodbye to him and-”

“NO!” The boy yelped, releasing from your grasp and rushing to hug the Hero. “He hasn't even had dinner-... you can't fight criminals with an empty tummy.” Toji stressed, clinging from Hawks. “Tell her, Hawks.”

His innocent eyes searched for support from the winged hero, who smiled kindly and ruffled his hair. “I’d love to stay for dinner-…. If your mommy doesn’t mind.” Hawks said, dodging your hot glare like a pro. He knew that if was up to you, he’ll be far away by now but maybe plead Toji’s request would buy him some time. He could easily detect you had a soft spot for the small child.

“Peanut—…” You tried to sweep him into your arms, but the boy was too infatuated with the Pro hero to let you, instead he raised his arms towards Hawks who lifted and cradled him in his to then straightened up. "No, mommy won't mind, she made a lot of food to spoil (y/n) ....so, will you stay?" The boy pleaded.

This time Hawks turned to look at you, waiting for your verdict, he knew that he had you against the wall once again, this time it hadn't been exclusively his fault... even so, he had a feeling that it wasn't how you would see it. So, he waited, gulping a pang of guilt under his breath at seeing how you had to suppress the tears that welled up in your eyes and say in a clenched jaw, that looked almost painful.

"S-Sure, peanut-…" you swallowed down a sob, “but first go tell mom."

The boy cheered hugging Hawks one last time to then wiggle out of his hold and run downstairs, screaming. "Mommy, Hawks is staying for dinner!"

Even from the second floor, you could hear your mother’s perplexity at the strange news but were swiftly distracted when felt Keigo’s knuckles cleaning a rogue tear from your cheek.

"Don’t touch me," you unpleasantly mumbled batting his hand away but this time he didn’t let you; he was done with the tantrums for the day.

“Please, don’t do that.” He soberly requested, keep on running his knuckles through your cheek, gently, so gently. “Mates shouldn't be rude to each other~”

“I'm NOT your mate—” your fit was cut midsentence by his teeth digging at the tender skin in the inside of your neck.

You squeaked more in surprise than in pain, he had dug his head, so his teeth set on your skin threateningly, something edging primitive to force you to stay put and listen to him.

“Don't you ever say such an untrue statement in front of me-” Hawks lowly vocalized, slowly letting go, “Ever-” predatorily bent closer until his body dwarfed yours. Crimson huge wings outstretched to make him look even bigger. “-Again.”

Your breath trembled out of your lips. You couldn’t find your voice. So, the infatuated Hero kept going.

"I can be- I WILL be... the most generous and patient partner, baby bird.” Disregarding the smell of fear that intoxicated the hallway, raised his head to be at eye level with you. “I'll be sweet...” a soft but covetous kiss fell on your right cheek, “gentle,” another at the side of your eye, “trustworthy,” now your forehead, “a good provider,” your left cheek was next, “you´ll be my number one priority,” his three hundred and sixty degree kiss tour stopped when you saw his eyes fixed on your lips, “and a thousand times worthier than any man that could ever think that you can be his-" smoothly declared, a brush away from your lips.

Those lovely cherry lips were getting on his nerves and his imagination played with the odds, feeling a delicious twinge run down his crotch at the possibilities. Oh! Maybe he could indulge just a taste before dinner.... you won't mind, right? .... Keigo leant invasively close, cocking his head watched your lips like the Hawk he was, ready for the kill, your lips were his claim…. He felt SO tempted, just a breath apart from glory—

“I-…...I need time....” The words left your mouth without your permission, plunging him out of his daydream. You just needed space, to be away from him… All of these was too sudden, too intense, too overwhelming.... Keigo was all of that potentiated to a thousand, so you said what you thought would satisfy him, and you were right, he looked vastly thrilled.

Perhaps, this could buy you enough time to think of something.... or had you doom yourself?......whatever it was, it was too late to take it back.

Hawks felt unprepared for that twist. You needed time...So, you were actually going to think about it, right? That's what that meant... Holy shit! Not everything was lost.

Not a gasp, not a sound escaped your mouths for a long minute until his lips quirked up and pleased eyebrows rose with an unexpected possessive vibe recently seeded inside him by you. If before hadn’t completely decided your fate, this had sealed it.

The Pro Hero broadly smiled, feathers vibrating with contained excitement to then regain a docile and soft state again. “It´s all I ask for.”

Your gaze stood rooted to the floor, clenching and unclenching your fists, jaw tight and tense. Her jaw is going to hurt, Hawks meditated worried.

"We should go down—" He mumbled, and you nodded mutedly, genuinely troubled by your own decisions and even more troubled by Hawks deranged possessiveness, which you honestly thought belonged only to Keigo while in rut, at least he wasn’t humping you—God! Everything was so confusing.

Your frame spoke miles of how conflicted you felt. Thankfully, you didn’t have to push him off you, he was already away, tidying his feathers to look presentable, taming some wild locks of golden hair behind his ears, subtly surveying you from the corner of his eye. You looked conflicted, and he thought about giving you some space but that thought did not sow fruit.

"How long do you think you’ll need?" The blond chirped, chastising himself the minute the question slipped out more rushed that he intended.

You didn’t answer, just turned around and started to walk away. He followed.

"Don’t look so abashed, kiddo" he noted, trying to cheer you up, slowly following you downstairs. “We don't want to worry your family.”

There was no bite in his words, he was being one hundred percent goodhearted about his worries, even aimed to pat your shoulder reassuringly when you dodged him with a swift drift, glancing back through your shoulder to spat aggressively.

“DON´T.”

Hawks sighed, pulling his hand away and lifting it in mock surrender. “‘Just trying to play my part, baby bird.”

"You are unbelievable cynic for a Pro Hero." You scoffed. "—What you did was a crime, you know?" poisonous spatted, spinning around a bit to face him, aiming a moral punch beneath the belt. You wanted to see his smugness melt down.

"I know.” He admitted, flatly. “I can smell it, remember?" he smoothly replied, tapping his nose lightly making your eyebrows nit. “You came hard and unrelentingly while I did it… part of me still slides down your thighs, baby bird.”

Your breath stirred and a severe blush spread till your neck, Hawks almost tripping you at your sudden stop. Seeing you paralyzed in the middle of the stairs, offered.

“If you want, after dinner we can go to the police so they can arrest me.” He said without giving it much importance, as if he was talking about the weather.

You remained silent and stunned, and he wiggled his eyebrows prompting you to continue walking. Closing your gaping mouth with a finger under your chin.

“Right now, only happy thoughts, baby bird.” He advised, mimicking a wide grin for you to copy.

“Sure-e,” you managed to find your voice, “—I'll think of you behind bars.”

He chuckled, shaking his head to then sassily smirk. “So nice, I’ll be thinking of YOU as well.”

Your heart fluttered way too wildly, you hated when he made you feel other thing than disgusted by him, you didn’t want butterflies in your belly, not for this...this monster. So, your body reacted aggressively, a fist whipped at his face aiming to wipe that smirk away, but Hawks was a Pro, trained and sharp. He caught your fist in the blink of an eye, as if nothing.

“Oh! Sorry, baby bird.” He murmured sheepishly, as if he had awfully wronged you by not received your punch in the face. “These damn reflexes, I swear won't happen again-” He grinned, “Go on, throw me your best shot.”

He let go of your fist tapping a finger at his cheek, playfully. You felt like kicking him in the balls, the patronizing mother fucker! He was so fucking lucky your mom´s call had interrupted.

“Mr. Hawks, it's such an honor to have you as our guest.” You sweet mom politely bowed, and Hawks nimbly skipped the rest of the stairs to gently land in front of your mother, making a polite bow before reply.

“Oh, no, thank you for inviting me— and please just call me Hawks, let's keep it casual.” The hero jovially insisted.

“Ahh… yes… o-of course, Mr.—… Hawks.” God! Was your mom blushing?! He was truly a magnetic force of a man, no doubt, he knew how to sell himself. The handsome bastard! He´ll be SO popular in jail.

“…Sweetie, why didn't you tell me earlier?” Your mom asked, wrapping you in her warm arms. "You hadn't visited us for months, we missed you." Your eyes filled with hot tears, you’d miss them as well, more now that you really needed someone to talk to.

You got a lump in your throat, and swiftly Hawks cleared his to help you out.

“Oh, that’s my fault. (Y/N)- she’s doing an internship at my agency, and I asked her if I could drop her some important papers-”

Your mother looked at him and gently unwrapping you from the hug, smiled at Hawks. “Oh, I understand. Hero’s job is 24/7—…we are so glad you could take time out to stay for dinner…” Toji ran up to Hawks, arms in the air demanding to be carried and the Pro Hero immediately conceded.

“Toji!” Your mother chided at him, sweetly and Hawks shook his head before assuring that there was no problem. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Hawks—”

“Just Hawks, please.” The hero insisted with a winning smile, turning your mother into a leaving tomato. “Sure-e, please take a sit wherever you like, dinner is ready.”

“Thanks! it smells delicious.” Hawks blurted out, bouncing Toji in his arms.

It all felt so surreal, you merely observed the whole scene play from your spot. Less than five hours ago this same man had you down on the filthy, hard concrete of an alley way, savagely fucking the virginity out of your young body while demanding you to call him Keigo, and now he was the star guest, all politeness and smiles. Like if nothing. You felt like throwing up, you felt sick, and it must have shown on your face.

“—(Y/N), you look pale, is everything alright?” Your dad called.

You hadn’t seen him sitting in the living room working on his laptop, and before you could answer, Hawks was already on you, placing his palm on your forehead.

“Breathe,” he whispered softly, “happy thoughts, love—” he continued for your ears only, carrying Toji in one arm, the boy distractedly playing with the feathers of his wings. The cool skin of his palm cooling you while he traveled his knuckles down your cheek.

You stepped away quickly before anyone could see, and Hawks frowned, lightly.

“I’m fine, daddy, I just felt dizzy for a moment-”

“I hope you’re not trying too hard at school,” your mother said, worriedly.

“Hero work can be exhausting, let's hope working under hero number two isn't too much for you." Your father teased, and your knees felt weak at his choice words. Then he respectfully introduced himself to the Hero.

“Please take good care of our daughter, Mr. Hawks.” Your father politely requested, and Hawks wildly grinned. Excited.

“I will! She is precious to me—” Hawks couldn’t contain himself, but quickly added “t-the best trainee I’d had under my command.” Your father smiled, not suspecting anything, “I’m already planning on keeping her to myself-” Hawks was swiftly playing at the double meaning word game, “my agency could really use someone like her.” His golden stare fell on you, gauging your reactions to see how far he could go before you snapped at him.

He knew your cold shoulder was coming for the next few days and it would be torture for him, so maybe having your family hostage at dinner could help him force a little sweetness out of you before you turned fierce on him again.

“She can heal you with hugs and kisses like recover girl!” Toji excitedly shared, playing with a crimson feather on his small hands.

Everyone laughed except for you. You were at the verge of exploding of embarrassment, anger and frustration. You could still feel Hawks cum slip down your thighs while he played family with your parents.

This guy, this Hero which you used to idolize was really a fuckin psycho! Or could someone actually be that wickedly cynical, like God level!... Either way, you could only suck it up, your family was the priority and the last thing you wanted was to give them a hard time or worse….

“—I’m starving, what did you make, m-mom?”

Your attempt to change the subject worked and heading towards the table, Keigo's free hand landed and freely sprawled on your lower back, taking it as far as to slide under your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin, your gazes locked when you glare at him, and he uncaringly mouthed 'happy thoughts'.

Hawks took the seat next to you, your parents in the front with Toji at the head, since he refused to move away from the winged Hero.

Once seated you expected this to stop but it only got worse.

“I really like your daughter, she’s so much useful for society being under my wing, I know exactly how to potentiate her quirk—…” Hawks shared, and you had to bite down a snort at his boldness.

“Then you should keep her, Mr. Hawks. We will feel so much better knowing that you are the one taking care of her.” You blushed at your father’s words. He was being one hundred percent honest and innocent, but you knew Keigo wasn’t.

“I’m planning on it, after she graduates, I’m offering her a permanent residence under my watchful eye.” He explained and both your parents gasped in awe. On the other hand, you felt like throwing up. Was he really planning on to keep you for himself?! Was he joking? —

“That would be wonderful, wouldn't it, (y/n)?” Your mom asked excitedly, and you gulped down a big mouthful of rice, so you didn't have to answer, just feigning happiness.

Hawks grinned, gauging your effort to ignore him. After this, your parents felt so comfortable around him that they turned very chatty, telling him about various incidents they had seen on television, and of course, the hero gave them his undivided attention. Feigning interest and answering their every question, slowly wrapping them around his little finger.

Meanwhile, you reduced to eat…. and that's when you felt it.

Something brushed your knee, you stood still and waited, but before you could feel relieved at what you assumed was your imagination, it happened again. This time you glanced discreetly at Hawks to see if he revealed anything, but his attention was irrevocably on your parents, keeping a fluent conversation as if nothing.

You felt vile creeping up your throat when your lack of reaction drove him to become bolder. Something had indeed touched your knee and now was scratching the soft skin over your kneecap rhythmically, long fingers opening and closing in a jellyfish motion, designed that way to send chills up your body.

Unable to suppress fast enough the shivers that raved your skin, goosebumps bloomed under his palm, and you could swear you glimpsed him, smirk.

Huffing quietly, you yanked your knee away which turned out worse, since you only helped his hand take permanent residence up your thigh where unashamedly stole a solid squeeze. The fat on your thigh spilled among his strong fingers making you choke on your food.

The blond had to stifle a chuckle as he gently patted your back.

“Small bites, (y/n)—… Keeping your daughter safe is a full-time job.” Hawks openly joked, and your parents loved every second of it.

You just wanted to punch him, pluck him and kick him out of your house, even so, you couldn’t… and when you thought you were safe from his intrusive caresses. His palm abandoned your back to hide under the table.

You gulped, growing anxious.

“—Have you told your parents about this evening’s Nomu attack?” Hawks glanced at you asking, his expression not betraying anything.

“Oh my God, Sweetie!”

“Mom, it's okay-” You reassured, seeing both your parents pale, “Nothing too bad happened… Endeavor arrived just in time to save me—”

“—I flew her out of that scorching mess right on time.” Hawks added, sending you an honest smile. Like if he found out that specific memory fond. Making you wonder what kind of scenario was running through his mind in that exact moment. Those tender eyes and dreamy smile could give anyone diabetes.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Hawks.”

Your parents started, and your gaze locked with Keigo’s just a moment, more than enough to distract you under those gloriously golden orbs that look like had light of their own. You focused on those rich pools of honey, missing the way his crimson feathers subtly wrapped around your ankles and knees, strapping you to your chair in less than a glimpse.

Something wickedly playful shone behind that same stare, and you realized too late your mistake.

“No problem, and please, just call me Hawks.” He requested again, so politely, so charming, so deceitful.

COMING SOON PART 11....

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gildedphoenix · 4 months

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During the great depression, somebody made a wish. Fueled by desperation, powered by the pure dumb luck of being in the right place at the right time to be heard by an ancient Djinn (it was totally Desire) with a sense of humor.

After the wish, everyone had a red string hanging off their left pinky. It dangled down a few inches and then just faded into non-existence. Nobody knew what it was for a few years but then stories started coming out. People finding their perfect match after feeling a tug at their string and following it. The string would twist and twine and lengthen as you got closer to your fated mate, your strings eventually connecting together.

Most people’s strings just hung limp. Maybe listing in one direction or another. But 8 Billion people in the world and only one is your soul mate? Most people didn’t meet theirs. It was true that your soulmate was always within 10 years of age as you. But 10 years older to 10 years younger still gave you a 20 year range to work with. Everyone’s string appeared by the time they were 10. Some babies were born with their string already spun, a small red thread fading off into a wisp after a scant inch.

Nowadays, it was common to go on a “string chase” vacation after graduating high school. Some people were close enough to their soulmates that they could just follow the leadings of their string, which would become longer and more opaque the closer you got to your mate. If your string gave you no leads, there were all kinds of "methods" to help pick which direction you should go.

Tucker and Sam were determined to go on string chase journeys post graduation. Tucker because he loved the excitement of an adventure, Sam to find someone who would truly understand her.

Danny was not so hopeful. At one point they'd all agreed to go together, but Sam felt like she was being led to the west coast while Tucker was just going to start in Metropolis, the nearest big city and go from there, hopping the next train out of town after a few days if he still had a slack string.

After a lengthy discussion of pros and cons, they decided that Tucker was more likely to get himself into trouble than Sam, so Danny found himself packing light and on a Greyhound to Metropolis. It was a shitty trip. Objectively the worst way to travel. Walking, or even hitch hiking would have been more pleasant. The bus was late. They had no way of making their connection in Chicago, and the vent fan in the bathroom was broken, making the bus reek of sewage.

Danny has shit luck and just doesn't believe he'll ever find his soulmate. The universe just doesn't like him that much.

Jason has, somehow, always had a leading direction on his string. When he was younger, there was nothing he could do about it. And now he had baggage and didn't want to pursue romance or relationship. (Even though he's a total sap for soulmate meet stories)

While in Gotham, both their strings keep tugging and lengthening and then falling slack again.

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I know this isn't much but I promised myself I would post whatever I had and it's almost 1 am. So there. There's that fucking thing. I'll try to flesh it out more tomorrow, Enjoy red ♥️🧵♥️

#dpxdc #dead on main #my writing #deadonmayn24 #deadonmayn24d5 #call to action #refusal of the call #soulmates #prompt #red string of fate #red string au

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octuscle · 4 months

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Lifelong school internship

Day 1: My guidance counselor had advised me to do an internship in the trades. I'm more of an artistic and intellectual type, but my teacher said that it wouldn't do me any harm to have an insight into a different world. Especially as you have to think seriously about what jobs will still be around in ten years' time. It was more likely to be a carpenter than a journalist. As painful as it is, that's not far-fetched. But me as a carpenter…? I find that absurd…

Day 2: I feel so ridiculous with this tool belt. The other guys here make fun of my manicured pianist fingers. And yes, I don't really fit in here… But I have to admit that the work isn't bad at all. I like the smell of the wood. And I like working with my hands. The other guys all rave to me about how cool it is to be a craftsman. They really enjoy their work. So I forgive the foreman for putting me in a headlock to greet me and making me stick my face in his wet armpit. It's probably a kind of greeting ritual. As long as it's not every day.

Day 4: OMG, like seriously, it's such a rad feeling when you've totally nailed something! I mean, I'm not like a total pro yet, but my boss let me pretty much build the kitchen cabinets all by myself. And dang, they look pretty darn good! My mom would be so proud if she could see them. I gotta send her some pics!

Day 7: Totally sicc, dude! I'm like legit a journeyman now. Finally gonna make some moolah. Gonna go wild partying with the boys tonight. Two crates of brewskis in the back of the pickup, then off to the lake to grill a pig on the bonfire. Damn, it's been ages since I strummed a guitar. But tonight might be the night. Gotta put these calluses from woodworking with the bros to good use somewhere, right?

Day 10: Mate, bein' your own boss at 28 is the real deal. As a tradie, you get to do whatever the hell you want. It's bloody awesome! And buddy, it's bloody cool havin' all the lads dancin' to my tune. And the clients? They'd literally lick my boots just to get me to do their jobs. Can't get better than that!

Day 14: Yo, listen up fam, greeting rituals ain't no joke. You gotta stick to 'em like glue! I mean, this little softie dude who started his apprenticeship with me today better get the memo from the get-go. I always need someone to lick my armpits and blow my popsicle stand. And for real, did it hurt me when I had to do that for my boss? Nah bro, it turned me into a real man. And as a tradesman, you gotta be a real man. Otherwise, you can't hang with the big boys.

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herejusttosufferalong · 2 months

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Hello, SEX anon again.

YOOOOOO, we have been fed so well these past few days. Isn't it?! I was getting a little peckish and A03 wasn't really filling me up. Slutty smirk. Then poof. Everything I ever dreamed about, on my plate. In my mouth. Blessed with fresh pics of N at Wimbledon. White last year, black this year. I see you, girl. That dark side coming out but your face like an angel. Ta-tas for days. Good for fkn you. Can confirm all previous statements.

Then before that we get BTS of an actual, irl wedding between L&N. I was fkn sobbing uncontrollably. Look at her cute cherub face, talking about shitting herself, placing her hand on his god damn heart. Are you trying to fck with me? You are the realest person I've ever seen in my life, I love you and if I met you my eyes would pop out and I would die peacefully having breathed the breath that you breathed in my vicinity. Thank you, I love you.

Then there's that goofy L. Jaw on the floor. Eyes bulging. Drinking her all up. Breathing her in Hocus Pocus style. Being all David Brent when startled by the cameraman. Yeah, guy, you're being filmed. This is a set. GUY. LOOK at me. We're filming. HELLO? Nup, gone. And them just having those glazed over eyes, just emotionally spent, just overcome, just in love, but not aware or maybe are aware, but I like the way you feel physically, and you look perfect, and you smell nice, and I cannot stop looking at your lips and eyes and your lips, and oh bohy. It must be fkn draining. It must be so hard to get married and pretend it's fake. I imagine that would be so challenging, but you know, they the pros.

Full disclosure, I wasn't present when this gift came to light. I was minding my own business, getting slightly high with my partner (medical, of course), thinking of ways to confess my love of Lukola and get his ADHD male POV. That sweet anon with toddlers inspired me to come clean. But it didn't go so well initially, because I was all slowed down, and laughing nervously, and saying shit like "I need to tell you something... please don't judge me... oh god". He looked like L when some man touch N. So yeah, I wouldn't recommend. But it all turned out just fine. What would've taken 10 mins took about 2 hours to explain. Tangents upon tangents of Brazil and security guards and Rory and the forehead stroke. But we got there. Ngl, we analysed hard. Every position. It was hot af. Some insights:

After two seconds watching L&N interview - "that guy is lost, he clearly wants her though... got some self-confidence issues... giving me Karl Pilkington vibes... she's like his carer". Fkn lol. Me being like N defending L "but like he's a nice guy, like a sweet sensitive guy". "Yeah he seems like it but he's clearly out of her league...". Me holding onto Lukola delulu so hard, "I know but he could get to her level, don't you think?". Please for the love of god. "Yeah but it's all down to him. He's the problem". YEP WE KNOW.

L is a "leaf in the wind" blowing everywhere, no foundation in himself, that's why his behaviour is so confusing. L is not aware of his feelings on a conscious level or not fully accepting it. Flirty behaviour followed by odd looks explained by liking her touch and closeness but not wanting others to know he likes it. Thinks they caught feelings on set. Didn't go ahead because of filming and being 'in character'. Reunited after filming, cue pics of them together, and lots of chatter about them being together irl. Thinks that L's friendship group may have joked about it, gave him shit for it, and L buried those feelings deep. May have been getting thirst messages after 'glow up', pumped up by fuck boy mates, ego takes over. Opts for friend-approved doll. Feelings came up again during press tour when separated from friends. May have acted impulsively on said feelings - Brazil possibly. Possibly shut down by N due to timing and messy third parties. Back to London and influences. Lost again.

My desperate question, "Will he find his way back? To self-actualisation???" "It would be hard for someone like him to find his true self when surrounded by those people". Me still hopeful, "Oh but he'll probably be away from them when they start s4 filming". Him being logical af. "Could be a good opportunity... I can only see two ways of him changing... either he reaches rock bottom and starts to wonder why he's so miserable, and even then maybe not... or someone he trusts and respects talks him round... but it's going to be really hard for him... he's asleep at the wheel". Ok, gotcha. Fck this is gonna be a slow process, guys.

But then again they already married so who gives a fck.

"But then again they already married so who gives a fck."

I FUCKIN LOVE YOU ANON

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disneyprincemuke · 8 months

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it takes the whole house * fem!driver

logan holds up the dress, tilting his head as he glances at oscar. “is this really a first date worthy dress?”

“i don’t know. she chose it herself,” oscar shrugs, hand on his chin as he looks at the jewellery box. “hey, blythe?”

the younger girl hums, turning her head slightly. “what?”

“bracelet. yes or no?”

“sure!”

“stop talking!” rocky scolds, pulling away momentarily with a blush brush in her hands. “i can’t help you do your makeup if you’re constantly talking!”

blythe swats rocky’s hand and scoffs. “i said one word in the past 10 minutes!”

“that’s more than one now!”

“stop fighting!” ciara huffs, dropping a piece of blythe’s curled hair. she turns around and looks at the dress logan is holding. “what is that? why did you choose that?”

“i chose that!” blythe shrieks, snapping her head around to scowl at ciara. “it looks great!”

“no!” the youngest of the sisters holds out the curling wand. “one of you take over to curl blythe’s hair.”

“not it!” oscar screams.

“not– damn it!” logan stomps his foot into the ground. he shoots oscar a frustrated glare before he walks over to ciara. “give it to me.”

he snatches the curling wand from ciara’s hand and shakes his head disapprovingly as he starts to curl blythe’s hair. oscar joins ciara in digging through the closet for a new set of date clothes.

“this is your fault. you just had to have a shoulder injury and make us learn how to curl your stupid hair.”

rocky glares up at him. “curl blythe’s hair before i curl your hair.”

logan furrows his eyebrows and looks away, continuing to curl the young girl’s hair. “who are you going out on a date with anyway?”

“coworker,” rocky snorts. she tilts her head and presses her lips together. “kind of.”

blythe grins with a soft giggle. even through the makeup, logan could see the genuine blush creeping up on her cheeks. “he plays pro valorant too.”

“oh,” logan raises his eyebrows with a small smile. “wouldn’t that be weird?”

“why would it be weird?”

“cause you know,” logan trails off with a shrug. he glances at rocky, who catches his longing stare before resuming her application of makeup. “you guys are competing with another. wouldn’t that make it weird? and kinda complicated?”

blythe shrugs. “i guess. but it’s just a date. who knows where this will go?”

oscar hums, popping his head out of the closet momentarily. he scrunches his nose as he looks between rocky and logan. “as long as you’re happy, blythe.”

blythe looks at oscar through the mirror. “thanks, oz. you’re better than these two.”

“what? i haven’t even said anything,” rocky mutters, offended by her younger sister’s statement. blythe glances at her, raising her eyebrows slightly. “and i won’t even say anything. i’m just gonna do your makeup.”

ciara pops back out with a new dress in hand. “this is what you’re going to wear.”

rocky turns her head and scowls. “isn’t that a bit slutty?”

“that’s yours,” blythe points out.

rocky squints her eyes and looks at the dress a little closer. “what can i say — my fashion taste is impeccable despite being slutty.”

“word,” oscar mutters. “you send sebastian into a cardiac arrest every weekend in the paddocks.”

dalton walks in, looking up from his phone. “blythe’s date is here. he’s in the living room getting grilled by dad.”

blythe’s eyes widen. she turns to logan, then oscar with worry on her face. “you have to save my date!”

oscar stumbles out of the cabinet and nods. logan puts the curling wand down on the vanity and clicks his tongue. “let’s go, mate.”

“the white cardigan looks good with the dress,” oscar calls out to ciara one last time before disappearing into the hallway. “or maybe settle with the shrug.”

blythe waves her hands in the air at her sisters. “come on! quick! my date will never happen if logan and oscar can’t save him from papa!”

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eLrIeL iS tOo ClIChÉ

disclaimer 1: this post will contain spoilers for the pairings of every sjm book.

disclaimer 2: if I were to add every single couple sjm has written I would be here all day, so I will only add couples who are currently together (LoA and Beron), endgame (Aelin and Rowan), heavily implied to be endgame (Manon and Dorian) or where one of the people died (Aelin and Sam). I will not add couples that have broken up willingly or really secondary couples.

disclaimer 3: this post is anti gwynriel and elucien and pro elriel. It's also really long.

The argument that elriel is too cliché and cheesy due to the whole "3 brothers, 3 sisters" is so stupid to me. However, due to that part of the fandom and their unwillingness to think objectively, let's look at the statistics, shall we.

Here is a list of the sjm couples and their status as mates or not:

Aelin and Rowan - mates

Yrene and Chaol - humans, not mates

Manon and Dorian - we don't know, maybe

Elide and Lorcan - mates

Lysandra and Aedion - mates

Nesryn and Sartaq - humans, not mates

Elena and Gavin - mates

Aelin and Sam - broken up, not mates

Lyria and Rowan - broken up, not mates

Aedion's mom and Gavriel - heavily implied mates, maybe

Sorscha and Dorian - broken up, not mates

Asterin and the hunter - we don't know, maybe

Feyre and Rhys - mates

Nesta and Cassian - mates

Viviane and Kallias - mates

LoA and Beron - currently together, not mates

Jesminda and Lucien - broken up, not mates

Miryam and Drakon - mates

Amren and Varian - we don't know, maybe

Thesan and his lover - heavily implied mates, maybe

Rhys' mother and father - deceased, mates

Tamlin's mother and father - deceased, mates

Theia and Aidas - broken up, mates

Bryce and Hunt - mates

Lidia and Ruhn - mates

Danika and Baxian - broken up, mates

Sophie and Cormac - heavily implied mates, maybe

Fury and Juniper - we don't know, maybe

Declan and Marc - we don't know, maybe

Ember and Randall - humans, not mates

Bryce and Connor - broken up, not mates

Shahar and Hunt - broken up, not mates

Out of the 32 couples mentioned above, 14 are mates (43.75%), 10 aren't mates (31.25%) and 8 we don't know/it's implied (25%)

Out of the 14 couples who are mates, 12 either died while being a couple or are currently together (85.71%) and 2 are broken up mates (14.29%)

Out of the 10 couples who aren't mates, 3 are humans (30%), 6 are broken up and therefore not endgame (60%) and 1 are currently together (10%)

Before we continue let's talk about the definition of cliché:

something or someone that is not at all original, surprising, or interesting because it has very often been seen before.

In this post, a cliché couple will be part of the highest percentage of it's category.

Now let's add Elain, Gwyn, Azriel and Lucien to the mix. Here are the most discussed possibilities of these couples:

Elriel - mates and together

Elriel - not mates and together

Elriel - not mates and not together

Elucien - mates and together

Elucien - mates and broken bond

Gwynriel - mates and together

In the case of gwynriel being mates and together that would mean elucien are mates and together and would make elriel not mates and broken up.

So in this case there would be 35 couples, 16 mates (45.71%), 11 not mates (31.43%) and 8 we don't know/it's implied (22.86%)

Out of 16 mates, 14 either died while being a couple or are currently together (87.5%) and 2 are broken up mates (12.5%).

Out of 11 not mates, 3 are humans (27.27%), 7 are broken up and therefore not endgame (63.64%) and 1 are currently together (9.09%)

Therefore that would make gwynriel part of the 87.5% of mates who are together and a cliché

Elucien would also be part of the 87.5% and a cliché

Elriel would be part of the 63.64% of not mates who are broken up and a cliché.

In the case of elriel being mates and together, that would make elucien mates who are not together and gwynriel would be nonexistent.

The only reason gwynriel is noted as nonexistent and not not mates and not together is because while we have got clearly stated evidence of a romance between elriel (the almost kiss in the bonus chapter), we haven't gotten confirmed evidence of a romance between gwynriel (there are theories and maybe subtext, but not clearly stated evidence).

So in this case there would be 34 couples, 16 are mates (47.06%), 10 aren't mates (29.41%) and 8 we don't know/it's implied (23.53%).

Of the 16 mates, 13 either died while being a couple or are still together (81.25%) and 3 are broken up (18.75%).

Elriel would be part of the 81.25% and a cliché.

Elucien would be part of the 18.75% and not a cliché.

However, elriel being mates would mean that Elain had two mating bonds with two different males, so although the outcome would make elriel cliché, the execution would be a first for sjm and not cliché.

In the case of elriel not being mates but together, that would make elucien mates who are not together and gwynriel would be nonexistent.

Of the 34 couples, 15 are mates (44.12%), 11 aren't mates (32.35%) and 8 we don't know/it's implied (23.53%).

Out of the 15 mates, 12 either died while being a couple or are still together (80%) and 3 are broken up (20%).

Out of the 11 not mates, 3 are humans (27.28%), 6 are broken up (54.55%) and 2 (18.19%) are still together.

Elriel would be part of the 18.19% and not a cliché.

Elucien would be part of the 20% and not a cliché.

In conclusion, the only way elriel could be cliché would be if they were not mates and didn't end up together and if they were mates who ended up together. Even in the last case, they wouldn't be too cliché because it would mean Elain had two mating bonds, which we have yet to see in any sjm book.

The endgame for both gwynriel and elucien would make them cliché, while the breaking of the mating bond would make elucien not cliché and, let's be honest, there's not any other possibility of gwynriel being endgame apart from them being mates.

You can dislike whatever ship you want, but saying that elriel is a cliché would be an objective lie, when they are the most unique couple written by sjm to date.

#elriel #pro elriel #anti gwynriel #anti elucien #elain x azriel #I love math so much

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luuknowsbetter · 8 months

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𝗠𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗞𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗮𝘁 𝟭 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀 (𝗔𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀)

hellooo, so,English is not my first language, so some words will be mistranslated FUCK THAT- I'm going to write the entire one shot EN ARGENTINO PAPÁ AGUANTE LA PATRIA Y EL MK WACHO.

btw if u wanna read this just translate it tamo papi?

tambien, le robe la idea a un usuario de tiktok @soth_sh y tamb a sqwyxz en tiktok

﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋

Bi Han ˗ sub zero

・ Lo descansan por no tomar mate

・ "aguante el tereré"

・ en navidad se desaparece toda la noche y nomas aparece cuando está la carne

・"amor,estoy gorda?" "si."

・lo unico que pone en la juntada es el hielo

・si un nene lo jode Bi Han le dice que papa noel no existe

・ probablemente se putea con alguien en plena cena de navidad

・ toma el tereré con jugo y putea a thomas por tomar terere con agua

・te quiere pero ni en pedo lo demuestra porque segun el eso es de puto

・ se pone en pedo y quiere agarrarlo a thomas

・ Kuai liang lo agarra antes de que cague a piñas al pibe

・ en navidad charla política con él SEGURO, y capaz que se le escapa un "feminazi"

・ En los asados siempre va con cara de orto y se va temprano

・ si sos pareja del hombre este yy tiene que conocer a tus viejos es re respetuoso (tanto que hasta es sospechoso).

・medio xenofobo.

・siento que antes de pelear le diría a scorpion "los escorpiones se defienden con la cola"

Kuai Liang- scorpion

・"igual que tu señora"

・él hace el asado y se queda al lado del fuego con una cerveza en la mano

・Es re piola pero se pone en pedo rápido

・siempre obliga a Bi Han a ir a las jodas

・"amor estoy gorda?" "un poco, pero te amo igual"

・se pone la 10 y trae carbón

・pone cumbia a todo palo

・se pone en pedo y ya te quiere agarrar para bailar

・te baila cumbia/cuarteto/reggueton/rock es un capo

・si va a conocer a tus viejos se lleva re bien con tu papá

・es un marido con toda la pinta

・re cumbiero

・lo veo escuchando Los Redondos, o Callejeros

・fan del mate dulce pero no quiere admitirlo

・se entera lo que Bi Han le dijo al nene y se lo lleva a casa

・medio bostero, pero bostero piola

Thomas Vrbada- smoke

・un amor, literalmente un amor

・fan de los sanguchitos de miga

・posiblemente todavia cree en papa noel

・escucha tini y emilia

・"amor estoy gorda?" "No necesitas estar en los estandares de belleza impuestos por la sociedad para ser hermosa,tu valor como persona no se basa en tu fisico,te amo"

・cuando va a conocer a tus viejos esta re nervioso

・tu viejo dice que sus cejas son raras

・en las jodas baila re duro mivida, pero por lo menos le pone onda

・no juega al truco porque no sabe

・en navidad sale con los nenes a ver los fuegos artificiales y a esperar a que papa noel traiga los regalos

・el unico al que le gusta armar el arbolito mivid

・es uruguayo infiltrado

・fan del mate dulce junto con Kuai liang

・escucha Miranda

・es medio zurdo y pro-feminista y pro-aborto tambien, aunque al principio era pañuelo celeste pero despues entendió

・se toma la coca para el fernet y Syzoth lo putea por eso

Johnny Cage

・Escucha Marama

・vive en Recoleta

・en las jodas se hace el boludo para poner la casa y siempre mete excusa, "noo, pasa que estan arreglando viste", "noo,justo ese dia no estoy" o "uuh boludo, justo me agarraste sin un mango" (está lleno de guita el forro)

・team verano

・tincho buena onda

・siempre atento al instagram, se la da de influencer el pibe

・ROMBAI DE FIESTA

・es de river.

・"amor, estoy gorda?" "gorda me la pones"

・en navidad pone los palmeras

・va a la Bresh

・tiene una quinta y siempre invita a todos en el verano

・es piola cuando quiere, porque si le pinta trae las birras para la joda,pone la casa y toda la bronca, pero sino no.

・no tocó una pala en su vida

・se hace el humilde pero nada que ver jaksajsk

・cuando se pone en pedo se baila una cumbia con el Kuai Liang o hasta con Liu Kang

・fan de las milanesas con papas fritas

・en navidad baila hasta con tu tía

・compra los mejores regalos obvio

・cuando está re en pedo se saca la camisa y se pone a bailar y agitar arriba de la mesa

Syzoth- reptile

・se arma el fernet en todas las juntadas

・siempre sale de joda con Thomas quelindos

・fan del chori a full

・team invierno

・le ENCANTA el tema de los wachiturros, ya le sacó brillo de tanto poner esa canción bldo

・era medio chorro, pero ya no lo hace mas (según él)

・fan del mantecol

・en verano te sirve una banda porque es exterminador de moscas y mosquitos (se los come)

・toma cerveza iguana

・cuando conoció a tus viejos se comió una mosca y tu vieja ahora dice que él es raro

・escucha Charly garcia obvio

・en navidad es el que entretiene a los nenes

・es el primero en ir a preguntar si ya están los chinchu o los chori porque es un cagado de hambre

・llora con canciones de los manseros

・medio zurdo igual que thomas

Kung Lao

・se come y toma todo sin poner un mango

・baila con Johnny

・AMA LA ENSALADA RUSA Y LAS TORTAS FRITAS

・baila chamame

・trabaja en un chino

・tira cohetes

・hace quilombo seguro con Raiden

・se pone en pedo rapido

・le gusta el mantecol

・está jodiendo todo el tiempo y quiere joda todo el dia

・le cansa la charla politica pero le gusta armar quilombo y meterse

・sigue jugando a la play con Raiden desde que se la compraron en el 2012

・"amor estoy gorda?" "no estas gorda, gorda"

・va al cosquin Rock o te lo vas a encontrar en alguno de esos lugares asi

・usa crocs

・es Cordobés Y TIENE ACENTO A ESTO LO VOY A PELEAR A MUERTE

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

eaaa y ese fuee el one shot, espero que les haya gustado, pongan mg, y compartan

graciass <3

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 6 months

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03/20/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys; Samba BTS; Con; YouWear50Well; AdoptOurCrew; RhysRadness; FanSpotlights; Articles; LoveNotes; DailyDarby/Tonight's Taika

== Rhys Darby ==

Rhys Darby turns 50 today (the 21st, so technically tomorrow for those of us in the US)!! He graced us with some new Selfie's in Aotearoa!

== Samba Schutte BTS ==

Good Calypso Samba put a lot of videos up today. I made posts for them, so I'll link them here. Literally only 1 picture and 14 videos. The man is a lunatic and I love it.

Video 1: Dream Sequence BTS!

Video 2: "Any other burning questions?"

Video 3: Samba & Madeleine & Vico BTS!

Video 4: Leslie & Nat BTS

Video 5: Zheng Plank Scene Takes

Video 6: Explosion Explanation - Earplugs In!

Video 7: Zheng Planking Stede BTS

Video 8: Samba on the Zipline BTS

Video 9: Revenge Crew Running on the Beach

Video 10: Canons BTS: "Let's try doing away with the pull line, cause I think that's just going to be a fucking disaster"

Video 11: Canon Fire: No sound

Video 12: What Explosions Felt Like

Video 13: "That's How The Pros Do It"

Video 14: More Canon Fire / Plank Walking Stede BTS

= Con O'Neill =

Con's show, Happy Valey haws been nominated for a BAFTA! Bafta TV Awards 2024: The List of Nominations

== You Wear 50 Well ==

Rhys Darby's 50th! There were so many well wishes going around for our lovely captain's birthday! Several crewmates were kind enough to allow me to add their dedications to our captain to the recap tonight! @wanderingnomad @lucybluetiful @PaulineKnip @ourflagmeansfanfiction @eros_the_artist @kaddele

= Tumblr Highlights! =

Our tumblr crewmates had lots of dedications as well!

= @brainfugk =

= @bizarrelittlemew =

= @kiwistede =

= @snejpowa =

= @stjernegaupe =

== Adopt Our Crew ==

The votes are in! Anton vs Louise was darn close! Now it's the final round! Stede Vs Anton! looks like Stede's in the lead!

== Fan Spotlight ==

Our darling crewmate @iamadequate1's #MaxMadness replacement is down to the final round! We're down to Our Flag Means Death vs Coyote Vs Acme!

= Cast Cards =

Thank you our dear @melvisik for tonight's new cast card! Christopher Corbin, while only in the show for a very small amount of time, he made a huge impact! "I'm no prostitute, mate!"

== Articles ==

Coyote vs ACME Interview

= Love Notes =

Hey lovelies! Today's been amazing! Definitely been a lot of engagement and we're getting to celebrate our lovely captain! Soooo many people signed the 50th birthday Kudoboard that ended tonight ( and the Taika Kudoboard that ended yesterday). So many crewmates stepped out of their comfort zone and put themselves out there, and I just want to say how proud of you I am. I know it's hard to put yourself out there in case you can get hurt, but you still did it for the good of something / someone you love, and you should be proud of that! I hope you're getting some joy out of these days. I know it can be a bit of a double edged sword because we miss Stede and Ed and the whole Revenge crew so much. It's reminding a lot of folks of the gravy basket. Just a gentle reminder that things aren't over. Even if we're not fighting full force right now-- it's not over. It'll never be over. So many people are behind us, and so many other shows have gotten renewed later, sometimes years laters. I know you've heard it all before, but this isn't the end. If you feel up for it, take these days that are for celebrating, and even if you do it just with yourself, do something to celebrate the things and people you love. If you're feeling alone and have discord, feel free to join us on the #RhysDarbyFaction server tomorrow. We'll be doing a lot of group stuff to try and keep some of the love going. If you're not-- reach out to any of your crew. We're here, and we care and we want you all to be okay. Remember to lean on each other, you're all such kind, resilient, and wonderful people and kindness is what keeps this world moving in the right direction. Our crewmate @ourflagmeansfanfiction made a lovely picture that felt appropriate for tonight. You are strong, and beautiful, and we're all gonna get through this together. Night crew <3

= Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika =

Tonight's theme is microphones!

Daily Darby Courtesy of @celluloidbroomcloset Tonight's Taika Courtesy of @agaywithcoffee

#daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #our flag means death #save ofmd #ofmd adopt our crew #taika waititi #rhys darby #you wear 50 well #youwear50well #samba schutte #con o'neill #ofmd bts

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nontimesversion · 6 months

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cuál es la excusa perfecta para no comer?

Tips para no ser una cerda

1.- Ahora que voy a ingresar a un concurso de mate, me tengo que quedar en la tarde y mi familia me da dinero para comer cerca del colegio pero yo la guardo para ahorrar y pues ya no me obligan comer. 2.- Si hay talleres en la tarde en tu colegio inscribete (opcional que sea altetismo) en uno de ellos y asi te evitas el almuerzo. 3.- Se la primera en comer yo siempre sirvo mi comida y abajo dejo el plato de mi perro asi que cuando nadie ve le doy toda mi comida a mi perro. 4.-Para desayunar y eres escolar despiertate mas tarde asi no tendras tiempo para desayunar. 5.-Siempre di que te encanta comer asi nadie sospechara de ti. 6.-Si te invitan para comer o algo puedes decirle que hay muchas otras actividades que hacer, con un amigo siempre vamos a correr. 7.- Di que tienes un granito en tu boca o en tu cara asi evitaras comer y asismo evitas que te den comida chatarra. 8.-Si te llaman para cenar di que ya haz comido mucho y te sientes super llena asi nadie se dara cuenta. 9.-Para evitar hambre siempre mastico algo, despues lo escupo y rapidamente me cepillo los dientes. 10.-Consume hielo si vomitar asi evitas la inflamacion en la garganta. 11.-Evita el cafe eso te da mas ansiedad para comer, una opcion para remplazarlo seria el te o el agua con pepino. 12.-Di que no te gusta algo o eres alergica. 13.-Cuando tienes hambre siempre toma agua o hielo eso calma tu ansiedad. 14.-Juega videojuegos con personas, personalmente juego roblox, free fire y fornite ya que hace que te concentres en el juego y dejas de pensar en comer. 15.-Otra excusa es que primero me voy a bañar cuando mi familia esta almorzando y yo soy la ultima en servirme la comida asi que lo mas logico que hago en darle comida esa comida a mi perro ( mi perro es mi pro ana) 16.-Si no tienes energia come un dulce(con pongas calorias) o toma suero eso hace que te repongas. 17.-Si eres nueva empieza de poco a poco, consume 900cal en tu primer dia despues en tu sngudo dia 750cal. en el tercer dia 550cal y en tu cuarto dia 350cal y en el quinto 150cal, asi hasta tener que dejar consumir alimentos ( en este momento estoy en mi segundo dia de ayuno aun asi me siento bien y he bajado 5 kilos y eso es increible si se lo proponen pueden lograrlo) 18.- Para las mia espera 20 minutos para expulsar tus alimentos antes de comer toma agua, no durante y no despues sino antes. 19.-Si estas empenzando en lo de calorias para quemarlo haz dos horas de ejercicio pero si estas en tu ayuno intermitente haz 30 minutos, te recomiendo que sea pilates. 20.-Siempre entra a tumblr o pinterest para ver inspiracion o quieres seguir siendo una cerda. 21.-Siempre en las tardes ponte a estudiar o a leer eso evita que pienses en comer. 22.- Distraete o vee videos de personas obesas ¿Asi quieres terminar? 23.- Hablar con personas que quieren ser unas princesas como tu, ellas te daran tips o cosas que no deberias hacer, si quieren pueden hablar conmigo.

24.- Proponte metas semanales y mensuales mi meta semanal es pesar 54 y mi meta mensual es 49

25.- Igual con los ejercicio te recomiendo que hagas cardio de 10 minutos no mas ya que te pondrias desmayar y alarmaras a la gente ( si me ha pasado) obviamente la idea esque la gente no note que no estas comiendo sino que vea que te estas viendo mas delgada y mas linda.

26.- Vee al Mall y llevale comida tu familia y dices que no quieres por haz comido alla.

27.- No rechazes comida regularmente solo aceptale y cuando nadie se de cuenta botalo.

28.-Cuando sea un cumpleaños de un amigo y te invitan para comer diles que antes de eso fuistes a comer o simplemente no vayas al cumpleaños.

29.-Cuando tienes hambre duerme en la tarde asi dejas de pensar en eso. 30.- Despues del colegio llega a tu casa y duerme asi no podras comer.

#no quiero ser gorda #tw ana diary #ana bllog #princesa ana #hasta los huesos #diario de una gorda #tw ed diet #estoy gorda #ana y mia #ed not ed sheeran #thiinsp0 #tw thinspi #@na tips #weight loss tips #@n@ tips #writing tips #tips

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misfitwashere · 11 days

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September 9, 2024

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

SEP 10

Last night, Vice President Kamala Harris’s presidential campaign launched a new section of its website detailing her policy positions. Titling her plans “A New Way Forward,” Harris vows to build the American middle class through an “opportunity economy.” Her vision for the future, she says, “protects our fundamental freedoms, strengthens our democracy, and ensures every person has the opportunity to not just get by, but to get ahead.”

Harris’s economic plan builds on that of the Biden-Harris administration. This makes sense, since their focus on investing in the middle class has created the strongest economy in the world. Harris is emphasizing the need to bring down household costs of food, medicine, housing, healthcare, and childcare, all issues important to Americans.

The website provides concrete economic actions she plans to take with a willing Congress. They include expanding the Child Tax Credit and the Earned Income Tax Credit, investing in more housing, and supporting the PRO Act, which protects the rights of workers to unionize, while continuing the crackdown on business consolidation that kills competition and rolling back the Trump tax cuts for the wealthy and corporations.

The biggest economic shift from the current administration is pegging a new capital gains tax for those earning more than a million dollars a year at 28%, significantly lower than the 39.6% President Joe Biden proposed in his 2025 budget. The plans also call for the first-ever national ban on corporate price gouging on food and groceries (37 states already have such laws).

Aside from strictly economic plans, the policy pages say Harris backs passing the bipartisan immigration bill that Republicans killed on Trump’s orders, protecting reproductive healthcare and restoring Roe v. Wade, and protecting the right to vote and ending partisan gerrymandering through the John Lewis Voting Rights and the Freedom to Vote Acts.

Republicans have charged that Harris has not offered specifics for her policies, but much of what is now clearly laid out is already in the public record. By the standards of American history, it is a strikingly moderate agenda that reflects the belief that the best way for the government to protect opportunity and nurture the economy is to make sure that the system is fair and that ordinary people have access to opportunity.

The “New Way Forward” in Harris’s plan seems to be less a new set of policies than a rejection of the politics of the past several decades. She and her running mate Minnesota governor Tim Walz appear to be attempting to reshape the political landscape to bring Americans of all parties together to stand against Trump’s MAGA Republicans. The campaign has actively reached out to Republicans, several of whom spoke at the Democratic National Convention. On Saturday, Harris said she was “honored” to have the endorsement of former representative Liz Cheney (R-WY) and former vice president Dick Cheney, both staunch Republicans. “People are exhausted about the division and the attempt to divide us as Americans,” she said. “We love our country and we have more in common than what separates us.”

Trump’s website offers slogans rather than policies, so Harris’s website compares her policies to the comparable sections of Project 2025, the playbook for a second Trump term laid out by a number of right-wing institutions led by the Heritage Foundation. Trump and his campaign have tried to distance themselves from Project 2025, but at his rallies, he has offered the policies in it—like firing nonpartisan civil servants and replacing them with loyalists, and abolishing the Department of Education—as his top priorities.

While Harris focused on policy, as critics have demanded, MAGA Republicans today spread slurs about Haitian immigrants in Springfield, Ohio, claiming they are eating other people’s pets and local wildlife. Right-wing media figure Benny Johnson, who was one of the six commenters whose paychecks at now-disbanded Tenet Media were paid by Russia, was one of those pushing the false stories. So was X owner Elon Musk.

The story was debunked almost immediately by the Springfield police, but Republican politicians ran with it. The X account for Republicans on the House Judiciary Committee ran it; so did Texas senator Ted Cruz, who shared an image with two kittens saying: “PLEASE VOTE FOR TRUMP SO IMMIGRANTS DON’T EAT US.” And the Republican vice presidential nominee, Ohio senator J.D. Vance, posted: “Reports now show that people have had their pets abducted and eaten by people who shouldn't be in this country.” (The Haitians in Springfield are in the U.S. legally.)

Perhaps most significantly, Republican Senate candidate Bernie Moreno, who is challenging Democratic Ohio senator Sherrod Brown, pushed the story. That Senate seat is crucial to the Republican attempt to take control of the Senate, and Moreno has just launched a $25 million ad campaign against Brown, accusing him of giving undocumented immigrants taxpayer-funded benefits. Today’s disinformation was well timed for that ad campaign.

The Justice Department today announced charges against two leaders of the white supremacist Terrorgram Collective, an international terrorist group that operates on the platform Telegram. Dallas Humber of California and Matthew Allison of Idaho have been charged with “soliciting hate crimes, soliciting the murder of federal officials, and conspiring to provide material support to terrorists.” They “solicited murders and hate crimes based on the race, religion, national origin, sexual orientation, and gender identity of others,” U.S. Attorney Phillip Talbert said. They had a hit list of federal, state, and local officials, as well as corporate leaders, and they encouraged attacks on government infrastructure, including energy facilities. Their plan was to create a race war.

“Hate crimes fueled by bigotry and white supremacy, and amplified by the weaponization of digital messaging platforms, are on the rise and have no place in our society,” Assistant Attorney General Kristen Clarke of the Justice Department’s Civil Rights Division said.

Congress is back in session today and must fund the government before October 1 or face a government shutdown. Although Congress negotiated spending levels for 2024 and 2025 back in June 2023, the House has been unable to pass appropriations bills because MAGA extremists either refuse to accept those levels or insist on inserting culture war poison pills into the bills.

Now, Trump has demanded that a continuing resolution to fund the government must include a measure requiring proof of citizenship to vote. Since it is already illegal for noncitizens to vote in elections for president or members of Congress and there is no evidence it is anything but vanishingly rare, the measure actually seems designed to suppress voting. House speaker Mike Johnson (R-LA) went along and put the measure in the bill. He also designed for the measure to last until next March, making the budget so late a new president could write it, but also blowing through a January 1 deadline set in the June 2023 bill to require automatic cuts to spending.

House minority leader Hakeem Jeffries (D-NY) wrote to his colleagues: “House Democrats have made it clear that we will find bipartisan common ground on any issue with our Republican colleagues wherever possible, while pushing back against MAGA extremism.” Jeffries called the Republican bill “unserious and unacceptable.”

Defense Secretary Lloyd Austin told House and Senate leaders that the cuts required by law if Congress pushes the budget into March would drastically affect the military. “The repercussions of Congress failing to pass regular appropriations legislation for the first half of [fiscal] 2025 would be devastating to our readiness and ability to execute the National Defense Strategy,” Austin wrote.

Meanwhile, Senator Tommy Tuberville (R-AL) is back to his old trick of blocking a military promotion, this time of Lieutenant General Ronald Clark, one of Austin’s top aides. Tuberville says he placed the hold because he has concerns that Clark did not alert Biden when Austin had surgery. Biden has nominated Clark to become the Commanding General of the U.S. Army Pacific, a position currently held by General Charles A. Flynn, younger brother of Lieutenant General Michael Flynn, Trump’s first National Security Advisor who resigned after news broke that he had hidden conversations with Russian operatives.

Today, ten retired senior military officials endorsed Harris, saying she “is the best—and only—presidential candidate in this race who is fit to serve as our commander-in-chief…. Frankly stated, Donald Trump is a danger to our national security and our democracy. His own former National Security Advisors, Defense Secretaries, and Chiefs of Staff have said so.”

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#heather cox richardson #letters from an american

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I’ve Always Liked to Play With Fire (part 16)

NESTA ARCHERON X ERIS VANSERRA X FEMALE!READER

summary: the moment you’ve all been waiting for, that’s all i can say

warnings: Night Court slander, pro-Tamlin,

word count: 7.7k (y’all better appreciate how long this is)

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a/n: THIS IS THE BIGGEST CHAPTER YET GUYS!! so much is revealed that i’ve been planning for MONTHS, i’m so excited to share it with you. please send me all your reactions!

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The stench of blood and shredded flesh was choking your senses, clogging your throat like the thickest oil. Everything was happening in slow motion through the stained glass as Hybern’s soldiers retreated, crowing their victory as if it took a great deal of skill to slaughter a defenceless village. Their cries were muffled, as if you were underwater. Every limb ached, too stiff and heavy to move even an inch. No amount of effort could get you to lift your head up.

You were going to die here. That much you had accepted.

What would be the point in living anyway? With your entire village dead, you closed your eyes, waiting for the embrace of death to whisk you away. Each breath was like shredding a knife through your chest, what was taking so long? Everyone else was gone, yet you were cursed with the ability to still draw breath.

A strange, white flicker drew your eyelids open. Everything was blurry, but even in your dazed state you could tell that something was happening. Groaning, you stretched out your fingers. If you had a voice, you knew you’d be screaming at the pain from such a simple movement. As your palm outstretched, something warm and gentle closed around it, as if the sweet spring breeze itself had formed a hand of its own to clasp yours. The touch was gentle, reassuring even. It flooded you with a sense of calm. Was this what death was like?

The white flickering from the bodies in the village erupted in a shower of starlight and sunshine, glowing tendrils rising from the mangled fae in your line of vision. They descended upon you like smoke, and the warm touch around your hand squeezed once before agony overtook your body.

You didn’t know if you were screaming or not. Your throat burned as if a dagger had slashed it open. Your abdomen ached, as if it was being hacked apart by a longsword. It felt like Hybern’s soldiers had descended upon you with their weapons, striking and cutting a thousand times. You heard nothing but the ringing in your ears as your body shook with spasms.

Please just let me die faster, You pleaded to the Mother. I can’t take this. Just end it already.

Even throughout the unbearable pain that wracked your body, you could still feel the warm sensation like someone was squeezing your palm. You wondered if it was your mother, preparing to guide you into whatever afterlife lay ahead. But the pain didn’t stop, didn’t end. It just kept going for what felt like eons. And then, like a weighted blanket was being laid over you, it stopped.

*********************

“Wake up.”

You opened your eyes and groaned, Rhysand’s voice making your already pounding head worse. You had endured hours of hearing it scraping against your mental shields, pressing to try and find a way in. You had felt his anger, his frustration and disbelief at not being able to get through. Every ounce of his hatred had been flung at you like a thousand arrows, making you see right through the High Lord.

You felt his self righteousness, his true feelings about how he didn’t give a shit about anything but his precious circle. Even them, he looked down upon – including his own mate and High Lady. As Rhysand flung his thoughts at you, you read them like paper on parchment. He may love Feyre and his family, but at the end of the day he needed control. And there you were, a stain on his image, a brick out of place at the foundation of his empire, threatening to bring the whole thing down.

Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night Court, feared you.

He was afraid of your influence, how openly rebelling on him and calling out his lies might spread ideas to others. Especially with Nesta, Cauldron-made, on your side. The thought of Rhys being afraid of you would have made you laugh, if you weren’t tied up in a cell for days on end. You weren’t even sure how you were still alive

You never figured out what happened that day your village was attacked, after the slaughter ceased and you were left alone. Every time you closed your eyes, that glowing light from the bodies around you haunted your dreams. You weren’t sure if it was even real, if any of it actually happened or if your mind had made it up. But you had felt different since that day in a way that couldn’t be explained. It was as if something coursed through your bones, waiting to answer a call.

You were changed that day, and for months you had chalked it up to your state of mind being altered by something so traumatic. But you had been in this cell without food for longer than your body, even as a faerie, should have been able to survive. Something that clearly also perplexed your captor as he stared at you.

“I don’t understand you, (Y/N).” Rhysand said with lethal calm. “Nothing about you makes sense. You happen to survive a slaughter at the hands of Hybern, you infiltrate my court and make a magical bond with Nesta Archeron that nobody has ever seen before, and you somehow resist my magic. I want to know how you’re able to do that.”

You spat up the blood that had been pooling in your mouth. “Go fuck yourself. Prick.”

The High Lord chuckled, but continued as if you hadn’t spoken. “And to top it off, you’ve been scheming with Eris Vanserra this whole time. Plotting to overthrow me, perhaps? To rip my court out from under me like Feyre did to your beloved Tamlin? If it is revenge you are after, I suggest you rethink your plan.”

You said nothing. It would be pointless to argue with him. Anything you say would be twisted and used against you, so you held your tongue.

“It matters not,” Rhys continued, pacing back and forth with his hands in his pockets. “Because you failed in whatever it is you wanted to accomplish. You are here, locked in this dungeon where nobody can find you. And whether I grant you a merciful death or not depends on you answering this one simple question.”

Rhys stopped pacing, and leaned towards you. His face was inches away from yours, violet eyes boring into you like lasers. You could feel his breath on your face as he spoke. “What spell did you use to cast the bond? Gwyn’s story only tells us so much, if any of it is even related to this, but I know there’s more to it”

You huffed, cracked lips stinging with the effort of speaking. “You seemed to have a list of other questions, what happened to those?”

“Oh, I have other ways of finding out the answers to almost everything else. But with Nesta Archeron tucked away somewhere in Autumn, you are the only other person who can speak to the magic of the spell.” Rhys’ slender finger caressed your cheek, making you squirm with discomfort. “And if you cooperate like a good girl, how about I make you a deal? I will let Nesta live out whatever shit life she wants in Autumn in peace, provided you give me what I need.”

Your breath lurched, the horror of his insinuation dawning on you. Rhys never intended to let Nesta live peacefully in Autumn, not because he cared for her safety in the clutches of Beron, but because losing her made him look weak. Even if Nesta was married to Eris and protected by the whole of Autumn, Rhysand would take every opportunity he could to hunt her like a dog and bring her back.

No doubt he’d paint himself as the hero of the situation. Poor Nesta Archeron, stolen away by the evil Autumn prince and made a bride against her will. Rhysand would save her from her terrible fate, dragging her back to the Night Court to be hailed a saviour. And that would be the last time Nesta ever stepped out of Night, he would make sure of it. Under the illusion of caring for his beloved sister in law, of course.

You glared at him, but he only chuckled again. Rhys leaned away from you and stood back upright, picking at the sleeve of his shirt casually. “It matters not,” He said. “Azriel is on his way right now. He’ll tell me what he’s discovered, and when the sun rises over the mountains, he will kill you.”

It felt like a bucket of ice had been dumped on your body as you remembered the fading voices of Rhys’ command to his spymaster before you had passed out. You didn’t know what Azriel would do. On the one hand, he had stood up for you in a way that Rhys clearly hadn’t expected. But on the other, he has been loyal to the prick for five centuries – holding out hope that would change now was foolish. All you could truly hope for was that he granted you a quick death.

“What if he didn’t find anything?” You croaked. “Still gonna kill me then? I thought you were desperate to find answers.”

“If Azriel cannot find them, then there is nobody that can,” The High Lord countered simply, as if he were making idle chit chat. “And then whatever secrets you’re so determined to keep die with you, the magic along with it. That’s something I can live with if not knowing at the end of the day means protecting my court.”

You laughed bitterly. “As if you care about that?”

Rhys’ eyes narrowed, his body stilling like a predator frozen before the kill. “Excuse me?”

“You sure don’t give a shit about most of it.” You challenged brazenly. “The women in Illyria who still get their wings clipped, anyone who has the misfortune of living outside Velaris, you don’t care about anyone but yourself and your little family. You rule because you like the power, not because you care about the people your power is supposed to protect.”

“I have outlawed wing clipping in Illyria–” Rhys growled, but you interrupted him.

“And without enforcing it harshly you have only ensured that the practice of wing clipping becomes more underground, leaving females to die from mangled procedures.”

If looks could kill, Rhysand’s would have obliterated you. But you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself at the anger you elicited from the High Lord. Judging by his reaction you knew that he knew you were right. He just hated hearing it.

“I see Azriel taught you too much.” Rhys hissed.

“What did I teach her too much of?”

You flinched as Azriel’s voice echoed in the chamber. Out of the shadows he appeared, melting into the space of the dark cell like wax. His expression was unreadable, and he did not look at you. He faced his brother, not sparing you a single glance.

“Azriel, I am very glad you’re here.” Rhys’ voice singsonged, an obnoxiously chipper tone to it. The smug look on his face made you tense up preparing for the worst.

Gwyn was the only other person who knew about what magic was used to cast the bond between you and Nesta. Your gut twisted at the thought of Azriel going to her for answers. The priestess had sworn she would never breathe a word, but in more ways than one Azriel could be… persuasive. Rhys had already figured out the story the spell was based on by going into her mind, if he knew what else she had found….

You were certain of one thing though: if Azriel had harmed Gwyn in any way, you’d tear him limb from limb.

“I assume you’re going to be more helpful than this one here regarding information on the bond?” Rhys continued, crossing his arms proudly.

Silence that was almost too loud took over the cell for a few moments, until Azriel uttered one word from his lips. “No.”

Rhys blinked in surprise. “No?” He said. “You mean you honestly found nothing?”

A tentative flicker of hope ignited in your chest. Azriel was stone faced as he answered to his High Lord. “Correct. The library was of no use, even the restricted section. I found nothing resembling the bond (Y/N) and Nesta used.”

The High Lord’s eyes narrowed, and he cocked his head. “Interesting. You are usually more useful than this, Az.”

“I explored all of my available resources and found nothing.” Azriel’s voice was monotone, no emotion or life to it. It was the voice of a spy, unreadable and impossible to decipher. It made you nervous, unsure of what angle he was playing at. Azriel was not stupid, he had to know Gwyn would have been the one to give you and Nesta access to the information.

Which means whatever his reasoning was, he chose to keep Rhysand in the dark.

“Pity.” Rhys clucked his tongue in disappointment. “I know dear Amren was dying to find out what spell it was. But it doesn't matter anymore. I guess we’ll all have to live with the disappointment, won’t we?”

Azriel remained motionless as he spoke. “I am sorry I failed you.”

Another minute of silence overcame the cell. You barely even breathed, heart racing with every passing second. Until Rhys spoke the words you had been anticipating for days. “Kill her.”

The shadowsinger shifted, standing more upright. As your heart dropped into your stomach, you anticipated him reaching for truth-teller. If he had kept the information about the spell out of Rhysand’s hands, you took it as a sign he would make your death quick and clean at least. And so you closed your eyes, finding yourself for the second time in one year waiting for death to come and claim you.

“No.”

Azriel’s firm words made your eyes snap open in confusion. Rhysand was taking a deep breath, as if trying to keep himself calm and collected before he spoke. “And why not?” The High Lord said icily.

“Because this is wrong.” Azriel said, shifting his weight as if the mere act of disobeying his High Lord caused him discomfort. He glanced at you, eyes softening for a second as he spoke. “And she is my friend.”

“Please,” Rhys scoffed angrily. “No she is not. She was manipulating you, you fool. Maybe her pretty face kept your shadows distracted enough from figuring that out, but she is not your friend. She is your prisoner, whom your High Lord is ordering you to kill.”

“I said no.”

You glanced uneasily between them, not expecting Azriel to openly defend you like this. Rhys, apparently, felt the same thing. His breath was uneven, and his voice laced with rage as he spoke. “What has gotten into you, Azriel? Are you really going to disobey me like this?”

Azriel argued back, trying to reason with his brother. “Rhys, what we are doing to this female is wrong. All signs point to her wanting just to be free, not to bring harm to your court. She has no desire to overthrow you, or whatever bizarre shit your brain has come up with. Killing her would be wrong.”

“SHE IS A FUCKING THREAT TO MY COURT!” Rhys suddenly bellowed, his loud yell hurting your ears as it echoed throughout the chamber. Without warning, Rhysand shoved Azriel against the wall, a loud crack sounding as the spymaster’s wings collided with solid rock. He groaned in pain, but did not fight back.

. “And I am ORDERING you to do your job and eliminate her.” Rhys growled at him, pressing his neck into the wall. “If you do not, then I–”

“Do it yourself, coward.” You spat with as much defiance as you could. You hated seeing Azriel let his brother overpower him, watching him give up because he thought he deserved punishment for disobedience. You did not necessarily see eye to eye with the shadowsinger on everything – hell, there were times where his bystanderism made him just as bad as the rest of his circle.

But you could not let this happen to you, because it was all your fault. It was because of you he was in this position – his job, his family, his life on the line because he was trying to help you.

Rhys froze, pausing whatever blow he was about to land on his spymaster before he slowly turned to gaze at you. “What did you just say?”

“I said…” Every word was an effort, but a surge of determination flooded through you. “Kill me yourself, you fucking coward. Do your own dirty work for once.”

Rhysand snarled, letting go of Azriel with a shove. He stormed over towards you and grabbed your throat, hand gripping it like talons. His face was pure rage, the ugly face behind the charming mask, the illusion finally shattered. “I’m going to enjoy this,” He spat in your face. “And when I’m done, I’m going to drag Nesta back here kicking and screaming if I have to. And she will meet this very same fate once I make her scream.”

Something deep inside of you snapped. A strange sensation coursed through your bones, filling your broken body with life once again. Your wrists no longer ached, your back was no longer stiff. You could barely hear over the roaring in your head as you pictured Nesta’s beautiful face in your mind. The ringing in your ears became so loud, and before the High Lord of the Night Court unleashed his dark mist upon you, the world went white.

*********************

Wake up.

It was not the snarling, arrogant voice of Rhysand that greeted you, but a soft female one. It was familiar yet foreign all at once, the sound of both one voice and a thousand altogether, blended like a strange melody. Your eyes fluttered open, and you were met with a familiar scene.

Your village.

The bodies had gone, only ash and dirt remaining where they once were. The buildings remained in ruins, like the memorial of an ancient city. Vines had begun to curl over the rooftops, circling down the sides of what remained of the houses that Hybern did not burn down. Flowers had blossomed across the earth, a stark contrast to the death and destruction that had occurred on the very same soil all those months ago. You glanced at your arms, which were free from the cuts and bruises inflicted upon you in the dungeon. You felt no pain.

“Do you remember what happened that day?”

You jumped as the female voice sounded behind you. Whirling around, you were met with a tall female. She had olive skin and warm brown eyes, with long brown hair that shone like the rays of the sun itself. Her face was kind but strong, and she wore sparling robes that almost blended in with her skin. She emitted an otherworldly glow, a kind of radiance that shook you to your very core.

“Who… who are you?” You stuttered.

The female smiled softly, her elegant hands clasped together. “I am Estelle.”

Your mind raced, putting together the pieces from Gwyn’s information. “Like… the mother goddess from the story? Jayana’s lover?”

She nodded. “A millenia later, and I find myself missing her every day. Much like you miss your Nesta.”

You took a steady breath, shaking your head. “Am I dead? Is this the afterlife?”

The goddess chuckled softly. “No, my child, you are not dead. You are here for a reason, one which requires an answer to my question. Do you remember this day?”

You paused, taking a few steps back and scanning the clearing. Your heart ached at the sight of it so empty, so quiet and lifeless. It held so many good memories, ones that were now tainted with bloodshed and violence. “Not all of it…”

“Do you ever have dreams, my child? Dreams where you’re back in this clearing, body seized with pain so violent it felt like you were dying a thousand times?”

You felt her presence follow you as you wandered aimlessly. “Yes…” You muttered. “Are you going to tell me that really happened?”

“Is that what you want me to tell you?”

You whirled around, facing the female once again. “Look, I don’t know what the hell is happening right now. Or at all, frankly. I’ve had enough riddles, can you please just tell me why I’m here?”

Despite your anger, Estelle showed no sign of hurt at your sharp words. There was sorrow behind her eyes, an understanding, one that you felt could see into every inch of your soul.

“You know my story, correct?” She said softly. You nodded.

“Good,” She continued. “When I absorbed the life forces of my fallen comrades, I felt each and every one of their deaths. It tore through my body like a riptide, and I was sure it was going to break me. I felt their rage, their fear, their anguish as they were slaughtered much like your village was. And after that day, I held a new power, one that allowed me to escape Hel and break the realms of the world apart.”

Your throat was dry, a dizziness overcoming you as the weight of her words dawned on you. Every dream you had about that day, every nightmare that ended in blinding light and pain was the exact experience that the goddess in the story had felt. “What are you saying?” Your voice was quiet as you asked a question you were pretty sure you knew the answer to.

“My child,” Estelle said. “The same thing happened to you. What you felt that day was the life force of everyone in your village flooding into your body. You felt each and every one of their deaths, and I am sorry you had to experience that. But it happened for a reason.” You weren’t sure you were breathing at this point. You rested your hands on your knees, trying to stabilise yourself. “Do you mean….” Your voice stuttered as you spoke. “Do you mean that… what I felt that day… what I felt afterwards…”

Your voice trailed off, but a warm hand on your shoulder reassured you.

“Yes. Your body now possesses the life force of hundreds of deaths, a power you can shape and wield however you choose.”

The feeling of the goddess’s hand on your shoulder struck something in you. All those times you felt that invisible touch, that reassuring presence that you thought you had imagined… You had thought it was maybe the Mother, but it dawned over you that it had been Estelle this whole time. Hers was the hand that held yours as you felt the deaths of your friends and family rip through you. Hers was the voice that helped you stay strong as Rhysand tortured you.

“This whole time…” You said breathlessly, her presence behind you like a warm light on your back. “I thought it was the Mother guiding me. But it was you.”

“My dear, we are one and the same.”

You whipped around to face the goddess. “You’re the Mother?”

Estelle simply smiled. “The war that took Jayana from me was centuries before Prythian was formed. After I escaped Hel, I wandered about the universe, utterly lost. Until I found this untamed world, unguided by any spirit. I did not ask to be named the Mother, but my true name had been lost in my years alone. So I became her, but I never forgot who I was. And I never will.”

You ran a hand through your hair, mind spinning with the overload of information. The story of Jayana and Estelle was not only true, but Estelle was the Mother herself, the being that watched over Prythian and was worshipped all over the land. Not only that, but you were living what Estelle had experienced hundreds and thousands of years ago.

“Why?” Was all you could ask, not knowing what to say.

“Not everything has to have an answer,” Estelle said, taking your hand in her own. “And I urge you not to expect to know the explanation for everything after this. But as for why you are here, I needed you to know the truth. You refused to believe your dreams, and chose to try and forget about them instead of asking yourself if they were really just imaginary. You possess the power of life now, just as I do. And you are in a terrible situation, my child. I ask that you recall my story, and use this power to find your way back to your mate.”

Even in this strange dreamy reality, time seemed to stop. Mate. The world itself seemed to spiral down upon you as the word replayed in your head over and over again.

Nesta was your mate.

“But… but Cassian is Nesta’s mate.” Was all you could sputter out. Something stirred in you, as if awoken by the realisation. It was like the bond, but stronger. Its presence in your chest was undeniable, reaching out as if it were searching for its other half.

“Fae folk can have more than one mate in some instances. Nesta Archeron has more than one, but Cassian is not one of them.”

“How–”

Estelle cut you off, more urgency in her voice than before. “I have already told you not to expect the answers to every question you have just yet. All will reveal itself in time. But Jayana and I were mates before I created the spell that allowed us to communicate. Therefore, in order for the magic to work, the spell had to be done between two mates. The daemati-like powers is the only thing that spell gives. Everything else you feel? That deeper connection to Nesta? It was already there in the mating bond. The spell had nothing to do with it.”

“Holy shit.” You gasped, blood racing. “So you’re saying… Nesta and I are mates, and that’s why the spell worked?”

She nodded. “And why Rhysand was not able to activate it. It can only be done so between two mates, no matter how powerful an outsider’s magic is. And your magic is also the reason he cannot get into your head. You are protected from all other daemati magic.”

“I’m going to pass out…” You muttered, taking a seat on the log a few feet away. Within seconds, Estelle’s, or the Mother’s, appeared beside you.

“Everything happens for a reason, my child. You received those powers for a reason. You came across my story for a reason. I didn’t have a chance to use the spell to find my way back to my mate, but you do. Seize it.”

That strange presence in your bones you had felt after you woke up from the massacre, it wasn’t imagined after all. Deep down, you had always known something otherworldly happened. But you had spent months pushing it aside, trying to ignore it out of fear of what it was. “This is all just happening inside my head, isn’t it?”

Estelle’s long robes rustled in the breeze. “Of course it is,” She said. “But that does not mean it’s not real. Across the universe, there are multiple realities. Multiple versions of oneself that may seem like different people, but are all variants of one another. With beings like me, that does not happen unless we make it so. You, (Y/N), are an incarnate version of me. It’s why this is happening in your head. I am not some external being that is inside your mind right now. I am you, and you are me.”

You were the Mother incarnate. Holy shit. It felt like a dream, but the presence beside you was too strong to be anything but real. “If people have variants of each other,” You asked, trying to keep your voice steady. “Does that mean….Nesta is Jayana?”

“In a sense,” Estelle responded. “The connection is not direct like with you and I. I saw your situation when Hybern attacked your village, and I kept you alive by having your body absorb the life force of the dead just like I had. And thus, you became a version of me. Nesta Archeron is her own person, but fate seems to like its parallels. I see much of Jayana in her. They both have the same temper, both represent a death goddess feared across all the lands.”

You frowned. “You mean you aren’t the decider of fate? I thought everything that happened was with your guidance?”

She laughed melodically, the sound like the song of birds on a spring morning. “No, my child. I decide many things, yes. But not all. None of us do, and we do not know what does.”

Estelle’s words echoed in your mind like a hurricane, threatening to overwhelm you. But it didn’t, because in a way, everything made sense. She had no reason to lie, even if this was just some bizarre dream or afterlife sentence. The way you felt that connection to Nesta, that force in your body that threatened to explode when you were angry, it all aligned with what the goddess beside you was saying.

“I cannot linger any longer,” Estelle murmured, covering your shaking hands with her own. “But remember how I got out of Hel. Find that power buried within you and rattle the stars with it. I will always be there alongside you, my child. You are never alone.”

You turned to say something, another hundred questions racing through your mind, but the world around you glowed as the Mother faded into the light. Within a few seconds, she had gone.

Once again, you looked at the clearing around you. The marks on the earth where the bodies had lain seemed to glow, calling out to you. A force deep within you sung in response, begging you to release it. As you poured over Estelle’s words, you recalled how the magic she absorbed allowed her to burst out of Hel and free herself.

Rattle the stars.

Her wording was deliberate. The Night Court was represented by the stars. You knew not the extent of your powers, but if your theory was right, you could make the entire Night Court feel your fury.

And so you closed your eyes, and let the clearing slip away as you let that power you’d been pushing down surge through you. It felt like you were falling, the clearing swallowing up as you descended into a void of light.

*********************

It could have been a millenia you were falling, or perhaps a second. As you let yourself go down into the base of whatever power lay within you, you felt memories crash into you all at once. Your mother’s smile as she presented you with her freshly baked scones. The feeling of Nesta’s lips as she kissed you for the first time. Lucien pressing a cold cloth to your head when you were sick. Eris holding you as you danced in the Hewn City. Rhysand’s smirk as he carved into you like a piece of meat.

The rage that boiled up as Rhysand’s face flashed through your mind quickened your plummet, your power bubbling up and ready to overflow. And so you opened your eyes.

A look of horror crossed Rhysand’s features as your eyes glowed with a bright white half a second before his magic went to strike you down. Dark mist collided with pure light as you exploded with a war cry of ancient times.

*********************

White hot rage was all you could feel as you unleashed yourself. Rage of the Spring Court souls whose life forces you had absorbed crying out with you for vengeance against the Night Court. Rhysand was thrown back, Azriel too as your light exploded. The walls around you crumbled, your chains shattering as everything around you came crashing down. The earth beneath your feet shook, the rock from the prison walls flying a hundred feet out to either side.

Wind ripped against your face as the mountain your cell had been inside crumbled away before you, creating avalanches of stone whose impact upon the ground sounded like thunder. Your blood sang, as if the life force within you was happy to be used. Surprisingly, Velaris was visible in the distance – you had thought your prison would be some remote mountain in Illyria. But perhaps Rhys knew that’s what everyone would assume, and keeping you closer to his home would keep you from being discovered.

Out of the shadows, Rhysand and Azriel appeared from the smoke, coughing violently. As they finally opened their eyes to look at you, pure wonder crossed their faces. You didn’t have to look down at yourself to know you were glowing with that same light Estelle had. Your gaze landed upon Azriel, who froze like a statue as it landed on him.

He didn’t cower, or scurry away. He simply gazed at you in awe for a few more moments before dipping his head, bowing before your presence. Rhys, on the other hand, got to his feet and snarled.

“What are you?” The High Lord hissed, gathering dark mist between his fingertips.

“I am Life,” The voice you responded with was not entirely your own – it was ancient and prophetic, with the authority of a god. “And your court has taken everything from me. You will pay for your crimes, High Lord Rhysand.”

Rhys made a vicious noise, talons of mist forming at his fingertips. You quickly realised that despite what you had just done, you had no clue how to defend yourself with your power. But before he could make the first blow, a ring of silver fire burst through the air and surrounded him, accompanied by a fierce roar from the sky. As you looked up, letting your eyes adjust to the bright daylight, you gasped at the sight before you.

Three dragons were flying towards the ruined mountain. One black, one silver, and one gold. The golden one was without a rider, circling the ruins around you and crying out. A familiar redhead was perched atop the black one, golden armour shining in the midday sun.

Eris, a golden flame atop a black fire breathing mount, had come to your rescue. But it was the silver dragon your eyes were drawn to, and that piece in your chest that had spent the last few weeks reaching out to Nesta crackled with excitement as you gazed upon the silver dragon’s mount.

Dressed in red, scaling armour was Nesta. Even from the ground, you could see her silver eyes glow in the same shade as the flames surrounding Rhysand. She had the wrathful look of a death goddess as she descended with her dragon, its silver wings creating hurricane like gusts of wind as it hovered before you and Rhys.

Nesta and Eris had come to save you.

You couldn’t help but glance at Azriel, who seemed sagged with relief. Your throat closed up with emotion – the spymaster knew Eris and Nesta would show up, and likely told them exactly where.

“Nesta.” Rhys growled, staring up at his sister-in-law with anger. “Leave.”

“Not without (Y/N).” Nesta’s voice was clear and strong, commanding Rhys like a queen commanding her subjects. Her dragon roared furiously at Rhysand, causing the High Lord to flinch.

“Dragons?” He sputtered, coughing as the smoke from the silver flames blew in his face. “What… how?”

“You have your surprises, Rhysand, and I have mine.” Eris piped up, landing his black dragon on the ground. The earth shook with its impact, sending more rocks crashing down the remains of the mountain.

Weariness took over your body, and you felt the light begin to fade as your magic retreated.

No no no, You cursed to yourself, trying to summon it again. But every muscle in your body ached from the sudden surge, unable to bear any more magic. You felt helpless again, trapped. Rhysand tried to take a step towards you, but scurried back as the ground once again shook, this time behind you.

The golden dragon had landed right behind you and let out a vicious roar towards Rhysand, its eyes glowing with fury. It stood protectively over your shoulder, towering over you menacingly in a way that promised certain death to anyone who made a move.

“Dragons are protective creatures,” Eris said. “I wouldn’t get any closer.”

“You’ve invaded my court,” Rhysand hissed. “This is an act of war.”

Eris chuckled. “Technically, you declared war first. We’re just finishing what you started.”

Before anyone could speak up, a horn sounded from the ridge in the distance. You whirled around, the motion making you slightly dizzy. But your eyes were clear as ever as the banners of the Spring Court appeared over the hill.

Armoured bodies marched in synch as soldiers approached on horseback, led by none other than Lucien. His cloak streamed behind him in the wind as he loped towards the scene of the wreckage. You nearly wept, not having seen him since he rescued you. From the look on his face, Lucien felt the same way.

A different type of roar was carried fast in the wind, and a mighty beast winnowed in front of the army and led the march. Its elk-like antlers and massive body sped ahead of his troops with his great stride, bounding towards you.

“What is going on here?” Rhysand demanded, unable to hide the slight panic from his voice.

“You started this war when you stole (Y/N) from Spring,” Eris said coolly, patting his dragon. “We’ve found it in our best interests to align with Tamlin over the matter, not you.”

The dragons did not react as Tamlin’s beast form landed right beside them, growling. Tears streamed down your face in relief – the High Lord you had looked up to, the male you had helped get back on his feet, had joined in on the effort to save you.

“Rhysand.” Tamlin growled in greeting.

“If this is some sort of revenge plan on Feyre–” Rhysand began, but was quickly interrupted.

“This is not about her,” The High Lord of Spring snapped. “This is about (Y/N). You have kidnapped and imprisoned an esteemed member of my court, which is considered an act of war. I do not want to shed blood, but we will if you refuse to let her return to me.”

“(Y/N) is a member of my court now.” Rhys responded, evening out his voice. You knew he was trying to put on his collected mask, but it was cracked and slipping. You snorted at the weakness of his voice, and the dragon behind you made a similar noise, as if it was mirroring you.

“Is she?” Lucien said, halting his horse next to Tamlin and looking at Rhysand with a hatred you didn’t know he had. “Because she is still registered as a member of Spring. You never opened any accounts or filed any legal documents with her name, so according to the law there is no proof that you have taken her in as an official member. Which means you have wrongfully imprisoned a member of another court.”

“This is absurd.” Rhys scoffed. “Get out of my court. Now. This is my business.”

“Hand (Y/N) over and we will.” Lucien responded. The armies of the Spring Court halted a few metres behind the dragons, hands clasping their weapons, ready for the order to jump into action.

Malice glittered in Rhys’ eyes. You knew he wouldn’t give up easily, not when you had already made him look weak once. “No.” He said firmly.

No sooner had the syllable left his lips did a band of silver fire wrap around his throat. He cried out in pain as the flame danced, licking at his skin but not quite burning. The silver dragon’s roar turned all eyes to Nesta, and your heart jumped at the sight.

Nesta had stood up on her dragon’s back, silver flames wrapped around her fingertips and arms. The clouds darkened above everyone, thunder rumbling in the distance as her eyes glowed brighter.

“You locked me up.” Nesta’s voice was cold as ice and sharp as steel. Nobody moved a muscle as it echoed alongside the eerie cries of the wind. “I helped you, dozens of times. And you locked me up because I didn’t cope with the war YOU dragged me into in the way you deemed acceptable. I was an object to you, one to use and exploit when it suited you only to lock me away again when you were done. None of your circle has had any respect for me, Rhysand. From the beginning, you have pitted yourselves against me because it’s easier to make me the bad guy than take a look at your own flaws and mistakes. You took my human life, my money, my house, and everything I had. I was never a person to you, just a problem.”

Even Tamlin had gone completely still as Nesta twisted her hand, causing another band of fire to appear. This time, it bound Rhys’ hands and ankles, forcing him to his knees. Black mist attempted to make its way through the fire, but was rapidly quenched. Rhysand’s magic was no match for Nesta’s fury.

“I am taking my life back, Rhysand.” Nesta said. “And you and my sister will have no say or part in it. Do not come after me, do not try and bring me back here. If you try, I will burn you to nothing but ash.”

Rhysand growled, thrashing against Nesta’s fire. “Azriel!” He barked. “Do something!”

The shadowsinger was pale faced, surveying the scene before him. “Let her go,” He said sternly. “This is a fight we cannot win.”

You found your feet again, standing up on shaky legs. You summoned more magic – your body protested, but you ignored it as a shimmering white gag wrapped around Rhysand’s mouth, joining his silver flames.

“This isn’t a debate.” You panted, the weight of your tattered, shredded dress making you want to collapse. But you relented. “I am leaving with them, and you will let me.”

Tamlin’s beast form crawled towards Rhysand, growling. “I was wrong to lock Feyre up, I know that.” He spat. “But don’t pretend like you didn’t do the exact same thing to Nesta and (Y/N).”

Rhys mumbled something through the gag, but was ignored. You felt a nudge, and the golden dragon was gently pushing its snout into you. You placed your hand on its nose, letting the beast inhale your scent.

“Zorzimril says it’s time to go.” Eris quipped, smirking down at you. “Let’s get you out of here.”

You nodded, glancing up at Nesta. Your mate.

Her eyes were locked on you, and a faint tear ran down her cheek. Tentatively, you reached towards the spell-made bond. Nesta?

I…. I can’t believe I’m hearing your voice. Nesta’s response came, and so did your tears. Your lungs shook as you inhaled deeply between sobs.

Me too.

There will be time to catch up later. Come, let’s leave.

The golden dragon had lowered its shoulder to the ground and looked at you expectantly. Tentatively, you climbed onto its back, grasping the horns down its spine as you settled yourself. From the view on dragonback, you surveyed the site you had been standing on. Rubble from the mountain was everywhere, the great peak crumbled into a small hill. The gags on Rhys had disappeared, but he remained kneeling, face twisted with anger. Azriel stood beside him, a hand on his shoulder and giving Eris a slight nod. Tamlin and Lucien stood side by side once again, united with a common cause. Your heart swelled as you recognized the faces of the soldiers they brought – many of them fae that you had taken into the manor after losing their homes to Hybern. You could see it in their eyes that they had come not just because they were ordered to, but because they wanted to help you like you had helped them.

“Let’s get out of this wretched court.” Eris sighed, winking at you.

“Wait.” You said as an idea popped into your head. “I have something I want to do first.”

Nesta smirked at you, knowing exactly what you meant.

*********************

You, Nesta, and Eris soared on dragonback through the Night Court, approaching the Inner Circle’s mountainside cabin. You relished in the cold air whipped across your face, having not felt fresh air in weeks. Zorzimril happily flew you alongside Nesta, making happy growling noises as the excitement of what you were about to do made you jittery.

As your dragons approached the cabin, they stopped, hovering in the air above it. You looked towards Nesta and Eris, and they gave you a nod. You shouted the command Nesta had taught you, and Zorzimril unleashed a torrent of flames upon the cabin. The scent of burnt wood filled the air as the structure was quickly engulfed. Within ten seconds, it was reduced to ash.

And so the three of you flew to each remote residence of the inner circle, making sure it was away from the city before burning it to the ground. With every palace set aflame you whopped with delight, causing Eris to chuckle. It was satisfying, watching their luxuries burn down while half of Illyria was starving and poor. The Inner Circle had fled to the River House, the one shared residence of theirs that remained intact due to it being in the city centre. You did not want to punish innocent people for the crimes of their leader, like Feyre had done to your court. No, this was proper vengeance. And you relished in it.

Despite your exhaustion and pain from the last few weeks, you let yourself cheer and cry out on the back of Zorzimril as you soared through the air between Nesta and Eris, headed for the thicket of the autumn trees in the distance, leaving the Night Court behind you.

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*Request: If you are still taking requests, here's one! Reader is Ao'nung's meaner twin sister, maybe she's known for being an amazing warrior and hunter. But Lo'ak knows it's a front, because with him you aren't like that, he knows how submissive you truly are, especially when he has you under him.*

I have no clue how this turned out this long lmao I kinda just rolled with it. But I love this kind of trope. So I hope you enjoy this one. All characters are aged up.

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

Smut under the cut

The talk amongst the clan about you seems to never cease. For one reason or another, your name was always on the tongues of other people. Many praised your strength. Able to stare down some of the most feared creatures in the wild without so much as blinking. You never backed down from a fight. In some respects, that was admirable. But it hurt the egos of the males in your clan when you would best them in a sparring match. Swinging them and tossing them to the ground with ease and grace.

This led to the talk amongst the people about how difficult it would be for you to find a mate. What kind of man wants a woman who could and would best him? Some looked down on you for it. Others had pity on you feeling that your beauty and status as the daughter of the chief was going to waste. As far as you were concerned, there were plenty of fine men your age in the clan that were plenty strong, but they simply lacked the nerve it took to break your spirit. If someone stepped up to the challenge, you would be more than willing to give him a chance, but no one ever did.

“I mean seriously, am I really so scary?” you would ask exasperated and frustrated beyond belief.

“Of course, you are.” Ao’nung would say without missing a beat while sharpening his knife next to you.

He flinches when your quickly smack him upside the head. Most of the time, the two of you were perfectly in sync, but on occasion, he could annoy you like no other. The pros and cons of being twins.

…

At dinner, your parents force you and your siblings to sit with the Sully kids in an effort to make you all get along. This had carried on for weeks now. Progress was slow going, but it was there, nonetheless. Tsireya took an instant liking to them which was perfectly in line with her personality. She could find the joy and love in any situation. You and Ao’nung were more reserved, though. Always have been. Seeking comfort in each other rather than connections with other people. But over time, the two of you would join in the conversation from time to time.

The Sully kids weren’t necessarily bad, but they weren’t made for reef life and trying to teach them your ways was tedious and irritating. The one who got on your nerves the worst? Lo’ak. He was the only one that gave you trouble with a never-ending string of back talk. He knew how to grind your gears and he did it all with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

“Your diving has gotten better lately.” Tsireya beams at them. But you scoff and roll your eyes.

“Do not lie to them Reya. Your forms are still sloppy. It is a wonder how one of you has not been washed away by the current yet.”

She bumps your shoulder and you just shrug as you were simply stating a fact.

“What? It is true. If it weren’t for us being there and keeping an eye on all of them, they wouldn’t last 2 seconds out there.” You say the last part while looking directly at Lo’ak. The rest of his siblings look annoyed or dejected, but he just turns his nose up at you with that same damn grin. “Is that really what you think?”

You narrow your eyes at him in a silent challenge, but he just cocks his eyebrow at you. You stand from your spot, “Whatever, I’m over this conversation. I’m going for a walk.”

Ao’nung and Tsireya give each other a questioning look watching you leave. It was unlike you. Normally, you never shut up in an argument. What was different about tonight?

You’re about 10 minutes into your walk on the beach when you stop to lean against a large rock on the shore. You just stand there and listen to the waves crashing against the sand.

“You do not seem to be doing much walking to me.”

There’s that voice. “What do you want, Lo’ak?”

“Well, as far as everybody else knows, I came to check on you and make sure you’re okay.” He saunters over towards you until his chest just barely brushes against yours when you breathe.

“So why are you actually here?” annoyance laced your voice and he just laughs lowly to himself.

Suddenly, his hand finds your jaw holding it firm and making you look up at him. “Because, clearly, we need to do something about this smart-ass mouth of yours.”

You do your best to hold his gaze, but it gets hard to focus with the heat pooling in your body. “If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was say so.” He speaks while pressing his body closer to you and essentially trapping you between him and the boulder. “Or maybe you want more than just my attention?”

You want to squeeze your thighs together to relieve some of the building pressure, but his body is too close. Your body squirms under him, but it just makes him hold you tighter. “Say it, tíyawn.” His fingertips tease at the strings on your hips holding up your loincloth. Your body is growing hungry and desperate.

“I want it.”

His hands hold your hips and turn you around to face the rock. One hand massages and gropes at your breasts while the other dips under the front of your loincloth and teasingly flicks at your clit.

“I don’t know. I’m not really convinced yet.”

“Lo’ak…” his name leaves your mouth more as a whine than a warning.

“Use your words, baby. You had so much to say earlier.” His fingers rub light circles around your clit without any real pressure behind them. “Be good for me and I’ll let you cum.” For just a second, his fingers press into your clit and your knees buckle. Your mind is growing hazy from the teases of satisfaction he gives you.

“Please, Lo’ak. Please fuck me. I’m sorry. I’ll be good, I promise!”

You can feel his lips ghosting over the skin of your neck, “There’s my good girl.” His lips kiss up the length of the back of your neck while his fingers on your clit finally give you that pressure you craved.

He loved this game you played. On the outside, so tough and proud. No one would dare to stand against you. No one would even so much as hold your gaze for too long. Sure, you were intimidating, there was no debate about that. He was sure you could probably skin a palulukan with your bare hands if you wanted to. But you were also beautiful beyond measure. You carried yourself with grace and confidence. Lo’ak knew from the moment he started training with you that you needed a challenge. You wanted a challenge. And he decided that he was going to be the one to give you everything you wanted. And in turn, it would turn out like this. You turned into a submissive begging mess under him. And you loved it.

His hand moves from your chest to untie both of your loincloths and let them fall to the ground. The length of his dick rested on your ass and a drop of precum falls onto your lower back.

He stands and spreads your ass to watch how your pussy drips in waiting for him. He bites his lip in restraint. Two of his fingers run up and down the length of your slit to gather your slick. He holds them in front of your face, “Open.” You obediently open your mouth for his fingers and swirl your tongue around them. At the same time, he lines himself up with your opening and pushes inside you. You open your mouth, but his fingers push further inside your mouth making you choke on your own moan.

Once he bottoms out inside you, he wastes no time giving you hard, deep thrusts. He pulls his fingers from your mouth to hold your hips for better leverage. Your hands brace yourself against the rock to keep yourself upright. “Oh, fuck! Lo’ak!”

“Yeah, this what you wanted? You wanted me to fuck that little attitude out of you?” A sharp sting lands on your ass when he smacks it.

“Fuck! Yes! Yes!”

Your legs almost give out from under you, but Lo’ak’s grip on your hips keep you on your feet. “Shit, so tight for me.”

Your body is screaming for release. “Ah! Lo’ak, I’m close!” Just as your feel yourself half a second from going over the edge, Lo’ak stops. “Nooo…” Your hips fall back onto him trying to take back your orgasm that he ripped away from you. You can hear the low chuckle he lets out as his hands hold you place. Your head falls forward against the rock in front of you in frustration as tears prick your eyes.

“Lo’ak…please…”

His hand falls on your ass again in another sharp slap. “Who?”

“Please, sir! Please let me cum! I promise I’ll be so good!” You’ve never felt a need like this outside of your heat and he revels in the power he has over you in moments like this.

“Good girl.” He continues beating against your cervix and your head falls back in ecstasy. A hand finds your hair and grips it holding your head back farther. Your eyes almost get lost in the back of your head as they roll trying to meet Lo’ak’s eyes.

The knot in your core tightens again while you climb back up to your peak. “Ah! I’m…g-gonna…” you struggle to get your words out, but you don’t even need to finish your sentence.

“That’s right, baby. Be my best girl and cum on my dick.” His words push your mind over the edge and your body violently trembles under the weight of your orgasm. Lo’ak nears his own high feeling your pussy clench around him desperately trying to milk him deep inside of you.

“Oh, shit, just like that. Take it, baby.” His thrusts get erratic as he fills you with his seed. He holds his hips flush against your ass holding himself inside of you while you both come down.

When he pulls out of you, your legs fully give out. You almost fall to the sand, but Lo’ak catches you and scoops you into his arms. He carries you out into the water to help wash you off. You nuzzle your face into his chest while he holds you and carefully runs his hands over your body. He tenderly kisses the top of your head and the two of you stay out in the water just floating together until you’re ready to return.

…

The next day, everything is back to business as usual. You and Ao’nung are out fishing and he scrunches his nose up at you.

“What? Why are you making that face at me?” you ask finally fed up with it.

“You smell odd. What is that?” disgust drips from his words.

“One more word about it and I will skin you!” you say pointing at him. He rolls his eyes at you, but you know that this won’t be enough to make him stop asking.

Meanwhile, Neteyam and Lo’ak watch the two of you while practicing their breathing techniques.

“She’s kinda…intense, right?” Neteyam says lowly to Lo’ak hoping that you won’t hear him and turn your rage on him.

Lo’ak simply looks at you and shrugs his shoulders. “Not really.”

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